Oops. Yesterday was my 8-months sober point. I'm glad it was yesterday and not Monday, because yesterday I felt great and Monday I felt like shit. I've been struggling with some anxiety issues lately, and Monday was a low point. It's easy to see why I would drink when feeling like that: if someone told me that chewing my arm off would help with the anxiety, I would seriously consider it.
Once my new job's benefits kick in, I'll be talking with my doctor about getting some treatment for the anxiety. I've gone the route of SSRIs (selective seretonin reuptake inhibitors, I think?) before, but at the time I was also drinking heavily. I'm curious how they will work on a sober brain.
In the meantime, I just have to trudge through. When I'm anxious (and I am, a little, this morning) the only thing for it is to just keep on going through life until I start to feel better.
Anyway, I've made it two thirds of a year. Getting close to an actual anniversary. I just have a long stretch of cold-beer- and sangria-free summer ahead of me and I'm home free!
Congratulations to me!